" What is wrong with how I dress?" You dress like a teenage boy." But I am a teenage boy."That came out a bit more whiny than I'd planned on."Nope. Yo... are an exceptional teenage boy, and so must dress like it. Tina, let's look in his closet and see what he has."It was about five minutes of 'nope' and the occasional 'maybe' and only one 'yes'."Jeeze. Do you know t-shirts are not the only clothing option available at the store? Okay, Tina and I have decided that this is the only good shirt you. I was so embarrassed as the occasional passer by gave me a strange look and I was glad when we got back home. "Now get changed, slut and then meet me in my bedroom."The bra hurt my nipples as I put it carefully on and I chose g-string panties so as not to irritate my sore, tattooed buttock. After putting on my wig and high heels, I crawled through to my wife's bedroom. "Take a look in the mirror slut" she said. I turned my ass towards the mirror so that I could finally see what the tattoo was.. I wish. We used to be boyfriend, girlfriend, but we're just friends, now. Yeah, I still love him. I couldn't kick him out."Sounded tragic. I did my best to pretend I wasn't overhearing. But if she wanted privacy, it was not in our little fishbowl of an office.I kept listening. Maybe I should've taken a break.She hung up the phone, grabbed her jacket and left the office. She didn't say a word. She came back hours later.It was the end of the day on a Friday, and our whole group was meeting for. "Jason, what do you want?" she asked her giggling tone now gone.He breath was coming faster, he would die if he told her.She moved closer, he could smell her perfume, a heavy musky scent. She removed her hand from his thigh and moved it up to rest on his shoulder, she squeezed again, then her hand slid along to the back of his neck, she pulled the short hairs there, making his skin pop up in goose pimples."I don't know what I want, I just know I feel like I'm missing out on the mystery and.